Page 72 of Take My Name
“Oh my God…” I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the rich and creamy vanilla custard hits my tongue.
“Probably one of the best things you’ll ever have in your mouth,” he teases, taking a bite at the same time as me, but his words have me choking.
“Warren!” I scold, swallowing.
“Well…was I wrong?”
“Itisgood.” I grin, taking another bite.
A moment later, Yani returns with a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries and then a violinist appears behind her.
“This is Francis.” She holds up a hand toward him. “If you have any requests, feel free to ask him.”
My mouth opens, unable to form words as he starts playing.
“I’m sorry about this,” Warren says above a whisper. “I told her not to overdo it.”
I can’t even be upset because it’s sweet.
“Do you wanna dance?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Here?”
He glances around, noting that we’re alone in a private room. “Why not?”
Good question.
“Okay, sure.”
Before I stand, Warren’s behind my chair, pulling it out for me. He offers his hand and I gladly accept it.
Warren mutters something to Francis. He nods and starts a new song.
He leads me to the other side of the table and pulls me into his chest. My fingers intertwine with his and my other hand rests on his chest.
“Is this Celine Dion?” I ask, recognizing the melody.
His gray eyes stare into mine and he nods. “You remember.”
“Our weddin’ song? Of course.”
“I listen to her a lot when I’m cookin’.”
“You do?” That surprises me considering he always had country music playing when we were together.
“Posey walked in while I had ‘My Heart Will Go On’ blastin’ and loves to gimme shit for it. When I let her name a couple of my chickens, she picked Jack and Rose just to fuck with me.”
My head falls back with laughter. “Considerin’ she has two goats named Batman and Robin, I’m not surprised.”
“Maybe tomorrow night I can introduce you to ’em. You’ll adore Kelly Cluckson.”
The smile on my face somehow gets wider. “Do I wanna ask how she got her name?”
“Nope, you do not.” He chuckles. “Or how my rooster, Chucky, got his from Bodie fallin’ on his ass after he tried stealin’ my eggs.”
The crease lines around his mouth have me staring at his lips and wondering if I remember the last time we kissed. You never think it’ll be your last, and yet, I can’t remember when it was or how it felt.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” he asks, and I decide to be honest with him.
